First Love
FIRST LOVE
Never speak of first love in the past tense
For the depth of a first love is eternal, ever present
To place it into the recession of our memories
Is to negate the essence of what is pure, beautiful...everlasting
Is to deny the existence of infinity........ It's like caging our feelings
Unlike the caged bird that wants nothing but the freedom of the sky
We become caged souls, cowards, timid beings corrupted by conventionality
To speak of first love in the present tense is like liberating our most sublime discovery
Let's give wings to our inner most sentiments..... and by this act transform ourselves
…..And become whole before the dawn of the forever present.
Bella Vista, AR
April 2, 2016
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